Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
They covered his jock with Vaseline, and no amount of cleaning got all of it off.
“I heard Mariano’s getting divorced,” Bash says.
Montreal’s team captain is actually a really decent guy. I played with him for about two months at the start of my career.
“No shit?” I say.
“Yeah, I don’t know anything else about it.”
“I’ll have to text him and see if we can catch up sometime.”
“You gonna give him some marriage advice? With your twenty-four hours of experience?”
“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Isaac asks. “You never mention this woman at all and now you’re married?”
“Whirlwind courtship,” I say, sitting down with my stick and a roll of tape.
“She’s his nanny,” Bash explains.
“Ah. Okay.” Isaac grins.
I scowl at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I get it. My sister’s nanny is hot as fuck.”
“Whatever, man. Suki and the girls are coming to the game tonight, so don’t be an asshole to her.”
He looks offended. “When am I ever an asshole to women?”
“Only when you’re dating them,” Leo quips.
Isaac flips him off and turns back to me. “Suki, huh? Is that an Asian name?”
“She’s named after her great-grandma, who’s Japanese.”
It’s one of the few personal details I know about Suki. We’re both working on lists about ourselves for each other that we can study on our fake honeymoon this weekend.
“Wonder if anyone ever pronounces it sucky,” Leo ponders aloud.
“I’m sure emotionally immature dipshits like you can’t resist the urge,” I say.
My phone is sitting next to me on the bench, and I pick it up when the screen lights up with a new text. It’s a photo from Suki of the girls, all three of them smiling and wearing Crush sweaters. Charlotte is holding Darling, who’s wearing a little Crush hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to accommodate his short legs.
From the background of the photo, I can tell they’re in the family room, where our families and close friends can go before and after games. There are snacks, drinks and games for kids. The team even has childcare there for young kids who aren’t interested in the games.
For fuck’s sake, that damn pig is smiling again. I close my eyes for a second, then text Suki back.
Carter: You brought the pig??
Suki: I had to. He got into the pantry earlier and made a huge mess. He spilled Cheerios everywhere and got into some other food. There’s nowhere I can keep him where I know he won’t ruin anything.
Carter: I can’t believe you got through security with him.
Suki: I told them he’s yours. The security guys are the ones who gave him the hoodie.
Carter: How’s his house-training going?
Suki: Not great. He peed once on our walk earlier, but he peed three times in the house. One of those times was on your shoes that were in the laundry room.
Carter: What an asshole.
Suki: The girls are feeding him cupcakes. He’s had three in the past three minutes. I better go.
I set my phone back down, then pick it back up and look at the picture she sent me. Darling is growing like crazy. I swear he’s put on ten pounds and we haven’t even had him for two weeks.
Several teammates are laughing, and when I glance over at them, I see that Bash is part of the group, and he’s looking right at me.
“Bro, you didn’t mention that your new wife sells sex toys. Has she introduced you to the anal invader yet?”
I furrow my brow. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Bash grabs Silas’s phone from his hand and brings it over. “Some hockey blogger wrote about you getting married. He’s got a photo of the marriage license and stuff he dug up online about Suki.”
I take the phone and read the post, which includes several photos taken from Suki’s social media and lists Olivia, Charlotte and Hallie by name. There are also photos of her with a man named Tyler McCane, and business paperwork for a company called Naughty by Nature.
Fuck. If this is legit, what have I done? I’ll be the laughingstock of the league. Parents of the kids at the girls’ schools will see this. And it sure as hell won’t help my custody case.
But I can’t let on to my teammates that I’m shocked by this. I keep my expression neutral as I pass the phone back to Bash.
“Yeah, she doesn’t do much with the company anymore.”
He just looks at me as I pass the phone back. I know him well enough that I can tell what he’s thinking. He’s my best friend. Not only is he wondering whether or not I knew about this, but he also realizes it’s not something to laugh about when the custody case hangs in the balance.
“Let us know how you like taking the Shake n’ Quake up your poop chute, Stanton!” Silas says, poring over his own phone screen with several teammates.